The Road Is Winding
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Kaikoura is a stop for coffee
& views of the ocean
receding away
forever
I startle a tern which
flaps away into a moving car
it is last seen descending
rapidly down a bank
I feel guilty about it
for the rest of the journey
2
above are screeching gulls
shredding the cerulean sky
below the sea casually mumbles
the world’s secrets
if only we knew this language
of rocks & saltwater
kelp & shifting sands…
the road hugging the coast
along narrow shoulders
of rock, past beaches
& promontories,
through tunnels
scooped out
by the tide’s restless fingers
the reach of the ocean
3
once darkness has overcome us
we are still driving into
geographies of our ignorance
the headlights illuminating our way
the stars silently revolving above
we have left the coast behind
who knows where the hell we are
these roads have no ending
they just go on & on
silently moving us
into uncharted territory
we are lost sailors
on a sea of black roads
leading to forever
searching for the paths
that climb to the sky –
follow the stars
follow the moon
Joanne Fisher
The last two lines of this poem were going to be the title of my next poetry collection which has been in limbo for a few years now…
This poem was first published in JAAM and first appeared on this blog in April 2018.
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I like the notion of being lost sailors on a sea of black roads π
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Your poem has the flavor of a Murakami novel…
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I’m going to have to look up that name now.
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A very nice poem – flows very well.
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I enjoyed your work today dear Joanne. My favorite places, the ocean, the sea. I have followed the sun to the sea often. Always a place of peace.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
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